We, and much of the rest of the world, were introduced to Bill Bryson’s work in his hilarious Notes From a Small Island. We were living in London at the time, and could absolutely relate to his quirky take on being an American abroad.
Angkor Wat is the largest religious monument in the world; quite a statement considering the other sizable antiquities scattered around the globe.
Our love affair with historical architecture began in New Orleans, Louisiana. We lived in a classic, hundred-year old shotgun house, and each day walked through the Garden District to St. Charles Avenue to catch the streetcar.
“Jean Claude, I am fed up! Our families have been in La Nouvelle-Orléans for generations.
Our first trip to Europe was a whirlwind, 14-day, 6-country Eurail Pass-stoked attempt to see and do everything. Those were the days of boundless energy, endless curiosity, limited time, and scarce funds.
As former residents and frequent visitors, we have fond memories and a big ol’ soft spot in our hearts for all things New Orleans; especially when Mardi Gras rolls around. Because no matter where we are, we have our own mini-celebration on Fat Tuesday.
It’s 1968, and on a steep hillside in Plovdiv, Bulgaria, kids at the university are dreaming of playing on their expanded soccer field …